The Huddle
Lil past midnight, sitting at the end of the bar.. Oh god this is such a bad sad beginning to a low budget movie.. I sit here sipping on a semi cold beer, chewing on day old soggy popcorn from the free machine.. My friend Vivien sits next to me giggling and just happy to be out for the evening celebrating her second day of turning 30.. Thru sips of warm beer I listen to kareoke of the song “hey jude,” some how I feel like I’m in a movie sceen of a film I saw not long ago. My friend Vivien leans over and whispers, “I always wanted to get a job here, I don’t now why.. It’s so seedy.. And u can fish for porno and tickle me Elmo with one dollar from the crane machine”.. I can’t help but to laugh and for a moment snap out of my stressfull confusing, draining funk… I sit here and sob over my own thoughts and troubles, but still looking around me, thinking what’s the story with everyone else in this crummy joint… I must remind myself not to ever try to endulge myself with the stale nachos at the free snack table… Note to self… (No wonder they are free).. More like free of decent consumption.. I’m obviously not drunk enough to enjoy a paper plate of goo semi crunchy chips.. And definitely not drunk enough to not make fun of Vivien sing sweet child of mine.. And completely make me forget how much I thought i liked that song…… Panachos.. A new name Vivien has deemed the free snacks of popcorn and nachos.. However the word reminds me of Panocha.. Which is Spanish slang for a womans privates… Phmm intriguing but yet not arrousing.
